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aliferous-ly · 4 months
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Tango knew he was walking to his death.
How could he not? Practically no hearts to speak of plus Scar pretty much always equaled, brzzzt, you're donezo, buster. Burning the earth and everything.
There was a world, somewhere, where Scar didn't take the easy kill. Where Scar's fury at being spurned channeled on something else. Maybe even where Scar joined the Heart Foundation when they'd asked, instead of moaning about being friendless several sessions later.
Or maybe there wasn't.
Maybe there was just Tango, standing precariously on the world, and Scar, ripping it out from beneath him.
In the half breath before hitting the ground Tango wasn't mad. He just sighed and thought yep, there it is. Because even then he knew that loyalty, in this horrific death game where nothing went right, always, always killed.
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